As we all well know, Article five of the Italian Constitution which carves " The Republic , one and indivisible ... ..".
Nothing more was wrong and misguided ever written that whoever opens serenely and browse a book of history understands that these epic words, written after the disastrous military defeat and grotesque Italy in World War II, are just empty promises and useless.
During many centuries of Roman rule it was believed that everything was unchanged forever, but then came the wild barbarians, so those always wrong.
T food products and people remained peaceful and prospered for nearly five centuries, and everything seemed unchangeable, but then came the Germans.
These figures remained quietly three centuries, and everything seemed durable, but then came another and another and others.
The English happily camped with us for over two hundred years.
The robber Napoleon looted everything possible for years, and I do not pay relegated to charming village tourist Most Serene Republic Venetian, which for centuries has prevailed everywhere.
The Austrians seemed never wanted to leave, but were eventually driven out by people furious at the tiles.
Not to mention the Bourbon Kingdom, the various picturesque independent small states, the Gonzaga in Mantua, the Sforza in Milan, the Medici in Florence, the Papal States was notorious stretch out a veil and a multitude of other small businesses totally independent.
Now, with only one hundred and fifty years of life the Italian Republic feels eternal.
Who knows what the future holds for our tormented land, in the quirky comedy of Nostradamus quatrains that nothing is written about.
Overseas perhaps leaving the Sioux from their battered caravans, and they recover the stolen goods kicked the quirky and enjoyable Yankees, rejecting a last sea.
Not to mention that we should suffer for months, sadly most exhilarating and moving speeches unionists, and see huge sumptuous banquet with invited titrated in livery unrestrained carousing, drinking from glasses and raising toasts to the memory and heroism of our ancestors, swelling and proudly beating his chest as if it were about them.
N o one will ever doubt the tenacity and the value of our ancestors, but I think it's humanly best remembered not for the ferocious war of extermination and conquest, but only because they have survived and continued undaunted in their difficult journey to us.
Bertana by Barbariga
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